Net Worth And Lipidity

“2 more reps, and I’ll let you think there’s a chance that someone like me would ever ask you out.”

 

We recently discovered this awful place called Planet Fitness, which demonstrates how financial objectives can sometimes get in the way of more important ones. (Yes, we just admitted that some things are more important than money. Not many, mind you.)

We’ll get to the personal finance aspect of this in a second, but first the non-financial parts. Planet Fitness is a gym chain that, while we weren’t looking, opened up over 500 locations across the country (including 3 in our hometown, no less.) The chain recently entered into a sponsorship deal with NBC, where it’ll serve as the home gym for some show about fat people trying to get thin.

Last month we wrote about free riding, and how the unmotivated members of a gym chain (or any other membership business) subsidize the frequent users. Planet Fitness found a way to get even more money out of the clichéd husky bunch who sign up for gym memberships every January 1 and then disappear. Those folks were great for an annual shot of revenue, but there had to be some method of getting them to come back throughout the year without having them run the risk of improving their bodies even slightly.

Planet Fitness’s secret? Pizza! And candy! We are so, so not joking. Get a load of this, and if you think it’s an Onion News Network parody, you wouldn’t be the first:

 

 

Here’s a partial transcript (FF to :45):

Member: One of the best parts about the gym is the Tootsie Rolls.

Manager, who looks like he could use a real gym himself: …Let (members) know that fitness doesn’t have to be this serious thing, “Oh my God, I’m going to the gym, like, I’m going to have to work out, it’s going to be awful”, like, you can come, you can have fun, you can reward yourself for what you’re doing here.

Yes, because that’s how fitness works. Expending sufficient anaerobic and aerobic effort entitles the subject to consume fuel that makes it harder to further expend said effort. That’s why Usain Bolt has 4 chins and a belly, because after he works out he “reward(s) himself for what (he’s) doing”.

At Planet Fitness, if you do a set of exercises to failure (the only non-pharmaceutical way to tear muscle so it can build back stronger) and drop your weights to the ground, or make the guttural noises that naturally accompany exerting one’s body and recalibrating its limits, doing so will set off an alarm on the gym floor. (Again, you think we’re lying. 5:10 on the video.) The alarm sounds like an air raid siren, is 8000 times more annoying than any grunt could be, and of course is designed to get the attention of the other members who are meandering through their low-impact visits.

Which would be reprehensible on its own, but it’s made far worse given the perfect irony that Planet Fitness bills itself as a (and has even registered the trademark of) Judgement Free Zone®.

This is utter genius. Planet Fitness took a bogeyman – the nonexistent catcalls fat people suffer at the hands of healthy people in real gyms – and turned it into cash. That’s in addition to the other ludicrous things those fat people believe about fitness, including and not limited to:

  • Getting fit is easy and fun
  • Quantification means nothing. If you think you’re fit, you are. (It almost goes without saying that Planet Fitness doesn’t have scales, which is like a doctor’s office not having blood pressure monitors.)
  • A gym that offers its customers pizza and Tootsie Rolls, and doesn’t even charge them extra for it, is sincere about getting its fat members to lose weight.

Planet Fitness’s target audience is convinced that legitimate gyms have created a culture of intimidation. In these members’ solipsistic minds, should any of them walk into a gym where strong and healthy people are working out, those same people will stop what they’re working on to point at and make fun of the pasty and flabby newcomers. (Doubling down on the irony, Planet Fitness offers tanning booths.)

The truth, of course, is that the pasty and flabby newcomers – Planet Fitness’ bagels and butter, as it were – create any culture of intimidation themselves. When they’re surrounded by beautiful people who have worked to sculpt firm physiques, they feel inferior. The Control Your Cash principals have spent much of their adult lives in gyms, and have yet to see anything similar to a reenactment of the Charles Atlas sand-kicking scene. Quite the contrary, in fact. For the most part, the most diligent gym members are only too happy to share their routines with aspirants.

But lies are more palatable than the truth, even without a schmearof cream cheese. Marlboros really are light. Corona really will turn your life into a beach. Lucky Charms really can be part of a complete breakfast. Planet Fitness has exploited this defect in the human mind, this wanting so badly to believe, to the tune of millions of dollars.

A membership is $10 a month (with a $29 signup fee), but that restricts you to a single location. A perversely motivated member could attempt to make it back in pizza. $20 a month ($39 signup fee) lets you travel. These memberships are quoted monthly but assessed annually. Activate 2 alarms, and you risk forfeiting your membership. Cancellation fees start at $58. You have to cancel in person or by certified mail, which for most fat people is going to be more embarrassing than passively authorizing another series of credit card payments.

If you want to be part of the exploitation, buying a franchise requires $500,000 in liquid assets and $1.5 million net worth.

“You get what you pay for” is an ancient observation, but it always fits. If you’re weak (in multiple senses of the word), Planet Fitness will gladly take your money and perpetuate the belief that lets you think you’re doing something tangible for your body while paying for the privilege. Other gyms will give you a venue in which to actually improve/maintain your body. Or if you’re the New Year’s Resolution type, a venue in which to subsidize the folks referenced in the previous sentence.

Exploiting the poor, gutless, naïve, gullible, stupid and self-defeating is part of the human condition. It will never change, and only a fool would think otherwise. Does that mean you have to either exploit or be exploited? Not directly. You don’t have to peddle snake oil, but you don’t have to buy it either. That being said, if other people are going to buy it, you can use that to your advantage. (See our comment about buying Altria stock.) Thus it goes for something as tangential to personal finance as personal fitness. Find out where the dumb people are throwing away their money (at Gold’s, 24 Hour Fitness et al.) and ride on their back fat.

Financial Retard of the Month: The Simple Dollar Does It Again

This picture will make perfect sense in our next expose

 

He’s making it too easy for us. That self-important oracle, Trent Hamm of The Simple Dollar, created another fictitious mailbag out of the myriad emails he receives. Or as he puts it on his main page:

I do receive hundreds of questions per week,

Or as he put it a few weeks ago,

I’ll go very quickly through the thousands (yes, I do mean thousands) of emails built up during the week 

In this feature we’re not just going to make fun of the dull or pointless things he says, because if we did there’d be no room for anything else. Instead, we’re going to focus strictly on the dumb and the false. Here’s an email Trent recently concocted received:

I’ve read that you shouldn’t pay more than 25% of your monthly take-home pay for housing costs.

Background info: I have an emergency fund of $7,000, I have no debt, I am 26, female, and I currently rent (living alone), paying $860/month for a one-bedroom apartment.

We’re not sure why “her” sex is relevant, or why “she” mentioned it at all, especially since “she” signed off with a woman’s name. Anyhow, “she” also gives some other information about her finances, and as women and Trent do, takes 4 paragraphs to get to the point: wanting to know if she should rent or buy a place to live.

Trent’s sage advice includes:

From my perspective, if you’re putting much more than 25% of your income toward your housing, you’re starting to put yourself in a risky situation.

No way! “Lauren” repeated a piece of folkloric homespun wisdom, and Trent seconded it exactly! Kind of like the time Control Your Cash ran a question from the woman who’d heard that male personal finance bloggers are extremely well-endowed, and wanted confirmation.

Anyhow, Trent recommends that “Lauren”

get a mortgage quote, then run some calculations on it. 

Really? So if a person wants to choose between items A and B, and knows how much A costs, you believe she should determine how much B costs before she proceeds?

We can’t argue as to whether Trent or “Lauren” is the bigger imbecile, since they’re the same person. However, we can have a legitimate debate as to whether Trent/”Lauren” or Trent’s average reader is stupider. Anyone who finds any of the advice in Trent’s mailbag to be actionable is clearly forgetting to exhale once in a while.

He’s not done. Here’s the next (and final) line, with nothing omitted:

The housing market is depressed enough right now that I would not look at a home as an investment in the short term.

YES, BECAUSE WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO BUY WHEN PRICES ARE LOW? Does his helper monkey even proofread this stuff for logical coherence before pressing “Publish”?

How about loosening another belt notch on your husky Today’s Man slacks and writing something that makes sense? Don’t worry, we’ll do it for you:

The housing market is depressed enough right now, and mortgage rates similarly low, that there will never be a better time to buy a house. Or houses. A passive income stream will do more for your bottom line than all of my penny-shaving recommendations combined.

In any other blogger’s mailbag, that’d be the most laughable response of the week. But this is Trent Hamm, proprietor of The Simple Dollar. He probes depths that the bathyscaphe Trieste wouldn’t plunge to:

My 75 year old mother is in mediocre health. She’s losing the place she’s living in and needs to move in the new year.

I will be earning a big chunk of money in the first part of the new year and would like to buy a home for her to live in…

Pretty straightforward, right? Well, it’s straightforward if you edit out all the irrelevant details that Trent puts in to make the “reader” sound more human. This one’s another female, by the way. Why any woman would seek his advice after he told the entire distaff half of the species to swim in their underwear, we have no idea. Anyhow, he tells “Sheila” not to worry because time is on her side:

I would rent an apartment for her. If her health is slipping, it’s likely that the period of time you would rent would be limited.

We’ll get to the obvious objection in a second, but is Trent’s reading comprehension so awful that he can’t remember what his own blog said just a few lines earlier? “Mediocre” means average. It’s static, and doesn’t imply a direction. Trent took it to mean “slipping”, which makes us wonder exactly where he graduated among the cab drivers and slaughterhouse workers in his ESL class.

And oh yeah, he just told a reader that a great way to save on housing expenses is to wait for your mother’s imminent death.

We’ll ask this now, before the inanity of The Simple Dollar becomes a weekly feature: is this all an intricate joke, and we’re the patsies? If you were a resourceful online comedian who wanted to create a parody of an everyman dispensing financial advice, wouldn’t you give him a forgettable work history, a green golf shirt, 2.3 kids and a home in Nowhere, Iowa? No real person can be this earnest, this humorless, this insipid, this cheap, and this consistent about it.  Here, read an entertaining mailbag instead.

Guest Post: Area Woman Shares Her Action Plan

 

Pay no attention to the watermark centered on her neck

 

Today, we’ve decided to let Anne Smith write a guest post. Anne runs MyBoyfriendAndIHaveAdvancedDegreesAndFiveFigureDebt.com, a personal finance site that chronicles “one fashionista’s struggle to stay sane (and stay caffeinated) in a tough economy.” Also, the site’s logo uses $ in place of “S” and ¢ in place of “c” because its author is unbelievably clever. She adds that she’s trying to “make cents” of her life, which is a joke we didn’t get but are applying our collective brainpower to the deciphering of. Take it away, Anne:

Hi there!!!! I’m so grateful that the folks at Control Your Cash let me write a guest post for them! I’m an easily excitable woman – with the maturity of an adolescent girl, even though I’m in my 20s and have a job – so that explains the exclamation points! This week I’m going to talk about personal finance with you! So fun!

I should probably mention off the bat that I have $45,398.39 in student loans. I majored in philosophy and can’t find a job in my chosen field. It’s so unfair! I sent résumés out and everything! So I’m thinking of doing the only logical thing and going to grad school. That way I’ll have even more initials after my name, even more debt to my name, and even more indignation 2 years from now when I still can’t find a job but will be that much closer to death. Sure, I could get a job doing something blue-collar, and maybe even make decent money at it, but why would I do that when instead I can complain about how unfair life is and why society owes me a living? After all, the average college graduate earns a million dollars more in her life than someone who dropped out of high school. Never mind that most people finish high school, but if I compare myself to the people who have not even a modicum of education it’ll make me feel better about myself. And that’s what personal finance blogging is all about. Also, that bit about the million dollars is received wisdom. Right up there with “You lose 60% of your body heat through your head” and “You should drink 8 glasses of water a day”, not to mention “Doing the speed limit is more fuel-efficient than exceeding it.” I either heard these axioms in conversation with fellow idiots, or read about them in O, The Oprah Magazine. Either way, they’re undeniably true.

Oh yeah, my boyfriend (soon to be hubby LOL!) He’s already in grad school, working on his master’s in library science after earning an undergraduate degree in social work. His student loan balance is at $52,498.12 right now. Can you believe Congress wants to increase our rate? So unfair! Because if it were 3.4% we could have paid our balances off this week, never mind that I’m 5 years out of school and have so far barely paid a nickel. Anyhoo, back to my boyfriend. His fixed-gear bike got stolen, so I have to drive him to his soccer game in my 1999 Taurus. Which, by the way, I recently had to spend $1100 on new brake drums, rotors and calipers for. I could have gotten away with a $125 brake pad replacement when I first heard squeaking a few months ago, but…well, let’s just say I was working on getting it fixed and it just kind of crept up on me. LOL!

Did I mention that we’re getting married? I’m so excited! Josh and I spent the last 4 weekends visiting wedding planners and looking for the PERFECT locale for our wedding. We’re going to hold it at the same hotel ballroom where Elizabeth Taylor and one of her husbands, I think #4, got hitched. Isn’t that exciting? Of course, that’s in LA and we live in San Diego, so the whole wedding party (my family, Josh’s family, my bridesmaids, and his groomsmen) is going to have to stay at the hotel. My parents have offered to chip in $5000, which is nice of them but it’s really nothing when we estimate the cost is going to be upwards of $30,000. What a racket, right? Maybe I should have become a wedding planner LOL! It’s expensive, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime magical moment and I want it to be perfect. I said “once-in-a-lifetime” because no one in the history of the world has ever gotten divorced, therefore I won’t. Also, I’m technically an adult so maybe I shouldn’t be relying on my parents for anything financial but what do you want from me, this is the 21st century and me and all my blogging friends are in a state of suspended adolescence.

Anyhow, gotta go. Because…we need to put a deposit down for our honeymoon! We’re going to Tahiti!!!! Sooooo excited! We had to take out a loan for the trip, but fortunately Josh’s dad co-signed for it otherwise we’d have to honeymoon in, like, Laguna Niguel or something. Um, I don’t think so. TTYL!

Today’s guest post was from Anne Smith. Check out her monthly debt updates and list of expensive places she can’t afford to visit yet wants to at MyBlogIsIndistinguishableFromAlmostEveryOtherPersonalFinanceBlog.com. You’ll also find commiserating comments from all her dopey friends, telling her how smart and brave she is for making one awful financial decision after another. No wait, we got the URL wrong. It’s actually MyBoyfriendAndIHaveAdvancedDegreesAndFiveFigureDebt.com. Sorry about that.